User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20160429061338/@comment-3135907-20160917143322

OOC: That was the plan.

Brimmery's breathing shallowed as she stared back at Tickum's end.

"We're dead, all dead..."

Then something peculiar happened. Brimmery's gaze was broken as one stoat in her view suddenly gurgled and fell. Then another vermin fell. Then another.

She turned around to look before them toward the distant treeline. "Oh...oh! Look there! Somebeast's shooting! Everyone, run!"